Contacting the Other Woman


Recently my husband started texting another woman. He met her on a dating site. I know he’s on the site because I am as well. In fact, I have his profile linked to my profile on there. You see, we’re polyamorous and have an open relationship that consists of honesty and communication. We’re allowed to date other people as long as we’re honest about what’s going on in our lives.

“Allowed” isn’t even the right word for our relationship and friendship. We don’t “allow” each other to do anything. We simply operate under the perspective that we should treat each other how we want to be treated. We operate on honesty, trust, communication.

My husband is enjoying his time talking with this woman and has told me some of their conversations, though certainly not all. It’s not really any of my business, honestly. And while I’m curious, that doesn’t mean I have the right to inquire about their every word.

This wonderful man I’m married to also happens to be in the navy. He’s a submariner. So occasionally, more frequently than I’d like, he has to deploy for short periods called “underways”. One of those times is coming up. This girl he’s chatting with won’t have any communication with him. I will at least have email to his submarine. So i offered to get in touch with her. I offered to contact the other woman. She will want to know how he is, if he’s safe, and (though I can only tell her within 24 hours) when he’s coming home to us. “To us”. That’s a heartwarming expression for me to use after so many years of wanting a family like this.

I don’t know her, but I care about her. I *am* her. I *was* her. I could be her again. I understand where she may be coming from. I know in her situation I’d want to ask the wife to get in touch with me but I might not because I’d be worried about being insulting. So I’m reaching out. I’m giving out my number. I’m offering to be there as a support to lean on.

We’ll see how it goes. I have no right to go into this with any expectations. I have no right to want or need anything from her. But I will hope for it, as I would with anyone one of my partners was dating. I didn’t set out on my journey in polyamory to be alone. I set out to find connections, to build a family, to find my tribe.

If this woman is to be part of that tribe, I would welcome her with open arms. But the harder part, for me anyway, is realizing not everyone wants a tribe. Not everyone wants to be part of that family. And accepting that is one of the more difficult things I have to do in my polyamory life.


Why You Should Take a Divorce Selfie

《An article previously published on Mending the Nest.》

Divorce has to be one of the worst experiences a human being can go through in their life. During that turbulent time leading up to your day in court, who wants to be in the same room as their soon-to-be-ex-spouse, let alone take a friendly picture with them? Not many people.

When there are children involved divorce gets even more complicated and heart-breaking. You both love your kids and want what’s best for them, but those goals don’t often coincide with your ex’s. Let me tell you, though, that your children are just one of the reasons you need to take a divorce selfie with your ex spouse.

First, when you present this idea to them, the person you’ve been warring with for months or years, I can almost guarantee that you will get some amusement out of it. It’s difficult to focus on being mad at someone when you are taking a picture with them. You have to turn the camera around, get the right angle, both be smiling (not grimacing!) at the same time, do a couple takes…. The “awkward” will win out over the “anger” here and hopefully a tiny bit of joy will follow.

It’s so obvious that we celebrate the beginning of a marriage with fun and laughter and joy; maybe the end can be like that as well sometimes. We all do this thing where we get a picture in our head of how things are supposed to be and we can sometimes forget how they *could* be. Perhaps we still hate each other but we’re taking the picture anyway, for other reasons. That brings me to my second point.

One of the main reasons I took a divorce selfie with my ex-husband was for our son. Our son was five at the time of our divorce and he’d been through some trauma during the marriage. I wanted him to see a happy picture, a picture of two adults smiling and laughing and being friendly, even when we weren’t feeling like friends. How often do children have the opportunity to have a picture of their parents together once divorce becomes the end possibility? I’m betting not very often.

I’m sure by now you are reading this and thinking that kids can live without pictures of their parents, or that there’s no way your ex would go for this, or that there is just too much animosity right now. These are all valid points. If you don’t feel safe doing this, if you feel like it will lead to a fight – those are reasons not to attempt this. If, however, you are feeling sad, a bit lost, not sure about where you both stand *and* you share children? I would ask that you try this. Just try and see. Sometimes people can really surprise you.

My ex surprised me! He was more than willing to take several selfies with me. We had a very rough divorce. I didn’t feel safe in the marriage, I’m sure he didn’t feel heard or understood, and our son and his sons felt lost in the mess. It was not a good time for any of us. We even had a fight at the end of the day after paperwork was signed and we were on our way to leaving. I’m still glad we took that selfie and I will tell you why.

I look at that picture and do nothing but smile. I look at that picture and think of six years of marriage, full of some really great memories. I think of when our son was born and I had some very rare complications a month after. My husband slept in the hospital with me more nights than I could count. He rode his motorcycle in the New England winter to see me in intensive care. We raised his three wonderful sons together. We had the same stupid sense of humor and he made me laugh a lot. My favorite times with him were what we called “Walmart dates”. It was just running household errands, but we did it together and we had fun.

I look at that picture and I remember the sad times as well. I remember the fights. I remember the anger and the hurt that we both felt. Even the sad memories are still important. They remind us both why we are happier now and what we can build in the future.

That’s the third reason I have. It’s a reminder. You can choose which type of a reminder you want it to be.


The Time of the Ungrateful Geek


Tonight I went with my two husbands and my son to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi. I watched my friends slowly post their thoughts on Facebook over the last couple days, and in the build up to the movie release as well. I saw a lot of negativity in my feed due to Star Wars, and not just this year; in 2015 as well when The Force Awakens was released. There was negativity about Rogue One too, though that seemed to be less.

Star Wars is not the only franchise this centers around. It seems any trilogy that comes out (Hunger Games, Divergent, Twilight) is subject to criticism. Not to mention all the Marvel movies that have been created over the past decade. It seems you can trace this all the way back to 1999 when X-Men became a thing in theaters. Though back then we didn’t have the cyclone of negativity and echo chambers that is Facebook.

Even with all these other movies, though, Star Wars seems to be at the top of most people’s lists of “things I need to complain about until I die”. The following are my thoughts on that, and they don’t cancel out someone’s right to dislike the franchise or a particular movie, but rather I’m just hoping to bring some of the positive aspects to light.

First of all, fellow geeks, do you realize what a glorious time we’re living in?? Do you understand that now is the time of the geek? The nerd? Because it is. I’m thirty-five years old. I remember when being someone who read too many books, liked Star Trek or Star Wars (or ::gasp:: both!), or read comic books was a total loser. You were picked on and degraded and no one looked at it as cool. But NOW? Now is our time! I’m reminded of the quote from 21 Jump Street, “Liking comic books is popular, environmental awareness, being tolerant. If I was just born ten years later, I would have been the coolest person ever.”

Tonight at the previews before Star Wars there were ads for a Marvel movie about the infinity war, a movie based off a book I’ve loved since I was a child (A Wrinkle in Time), and the second Jurassic World movie. Psst! I remember dinosaurs being geeky as well, folks. That’s no longer the case. Now we are surrounded by choices in entertainment that offer geekdom as a healthy thing, a relatable thing, a “cool” thing. We’re at a point in time where there are at least ten Marvel shows you can choose from on Netflix, Hulu, or cable. There are at least seven DC shows available in the same ways. There is almost too much entertainment for us to choose from.

All of this is not to say that you can’t hate a movie. You can. It’s a free country and freedom of speech doesn’t just mean “speech everyone agrees with”. So hate on the new Star Wars movie all you want, but while you’re doing that, think over what it took to get us here. I just watched Star Wars….in theaters….with my 8 year old son whose face positively lit up to see “the scroll” start up on the screen. At the end of the night he said it was the most amazing movie. I’m a bit older than him and a bit more cynical. I had issues with the movie. I won’t get into them now. That’s not what this is about.

As geeks, we should be grateful for the era we are living in. This is our time, ladies and gentlemen. We have so much at our fingertips when we search for something of interest to us. Why hate on Star Wars when you can find the positive in it? Why kill someone else’s joy when you can find something to love instead? Why post about how much you hated something when we are so damn fortunate to have these new movies?

I wish I could say this is our time and just our time, but unfortunately it seems instead it’s the time of the ungrateful geek, and I refuse to be one of them.


Stumbling Through an Old Memory

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I can still vividly recall the first time I was sexualized as a child. It was at my local Kingdom Hall. My mother and I were Jehovah’s Witnesses and I was raised that way since I was born. When I say “sexualized” and mention religion in the same paragraph I know most people’s minds go to the child abuse cover ups of the Catholic church or the ones that have happened within Kingdom Halls as well, pretty much in every religion sadly. But my story isn’t that bad. It was, however, wildly inappropriate and upset me for quite some time after.

There is a word that is used commonly in the real world – stumbling. To you, dear reader, this probably simply means to fall, to trip, or to perhaps trip another. In the JW world what that means is that you have stumbled your brother or sister in your faith. You have screwed up spiritually and have misled them to question their own spirituality and beliefs. It’s a fancy word for “offended” honestly and it’s overused in that faith.

When I was twelve years old I wore a dress that I’d had for a year or so to the Kingdom Hall. We all know how fast kids can grow at that age and I’d obviously gone through a bit of a growth spurt since the last time I wore it. I loved the dress, though, and since it still touched my knees my mom said I could wear it one or two more times before we passed it along. I felt pretty in that dress. It was black at the top with some pretty brown paisley patterns on the bottom of the skirt part. When I twirled it billowed out in a circle around me and made me feel graceful, like a dancer.

I was in the bathroom at the Kingdom Hall and reached up over the counter to get some soap to wash my hands. An older woman was in there as well. She was the wife of the one of the congregation Elders the people in charge of the religious education of everyone in the Hall. She was never one of my favorite people. She seemed harsh to my young self, and her kids picked on me relentlessly. One of them, her daughter, was even violent towards me. So to say I was intimidated by the family as a whole would be an understatement.

She said nothing to me in the bathroom but when I came out she was speaking to my mother. My mother didn’t look happy. As it turns out, the Elder’s wife had told my mom that my dress was so short that it was stumbling her. Me, a twelve year old girl, was stumbling her with my sexuality by showing “too much leg”. This woman was so insecure and so unhappy with her life that she had to pick a twelve year old girl to call out on being more attractive and sexual than she was.

My mom told me about it while the woman gave me dirty looks from afar. It hurt. I won’t lie. I remember, even at that age, asking my mom why I wasn’t allowed to say *I* was stumbled by an Elder’s wife making me feel uncomfortable at my place of worship. I don’t think my mom had an answer for me. She was always a really reasonable parent, and tried really hard to give me a balanced life, despite what some of the religious rules may have been. I love her for that.

We switched Kingdom Halls when I was nineteen and called out for stumbling someone yet again for holding hands with my fiance at the time. I had had enough. It was time to leave. Years later I would say the same thing and actually mean it.


It’s….Forbidden! Forbidden Island, that is.



Continuing my game reviews, we’re going to kick off the week with a game my whole family has enjoyed – Forbidden Island. Made by Gamewright, this game is advertised as being for ages 10+, but my two 8 year olds have been able to play it with only a little bit of help and my 5 year old plays it on a team with one of the adults or his brother and sister. The game is mainly teamwork anyway, so kids of all ages will enjoy this one.

Forbidden Island engages you in cooperative play right away. Each player chooses from the 6 adventurer cards at random and becomes one position on the team. Play is limited to 4 players to make it less likely to repeat a game the same way twice. The adventurer cards available are:

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Each position allows you special abilities to help out yourself and your teammates. After randomly selecting an adventurer card you get the corresponding playing piece to represent you on the board and then you’ll set up your island. There are various grid examples given for how to set it up and then how to place each of the four treasures around the board. You will be trying to collect these treasures throughout the game and then get off the island safely with your team. We leave no man behind in Forbidden Island!

There are four treasures to collect.

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To collect a treasure you need to have ONE player have all FOUR of those treasure cards. You can collect them by drawing them or handing them off to other players. Only the messenger adventurer card is allowed to pass treasures along without being directly next to the other player’s piece on the board.

Along with treasure cards you’ll also draw “waters rise” cards, “sandbags”, and “helicopter lifts”, two of which can be invaluable when you were about to lose a piece of the island or when you need to move your team to another section of the island if one is about to sink.

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When the waters rise you start to get into some trouble, as more and more parts of the island sink that you aren’t able to shore up. If too much of the island sinks, you lose the game and can’t possibly collect all the treasures from around the board.

This game is great as a quiet night in, a party game when you don’t want to focus *too* much, or a family game with kiddos. I would highly recommend it and especially at the price since you can find it for around $20.

So play this game with family or friends, in search of treasure and adventure!


Step by Step

And day by day. One thing I learned in Al-Anon (for friends and families of alcoholics) and have tried to remind myself of ever since, is that sometimes you can only take things one hour at a time or one minute at a time. Life is constantly changing. It’s in a state of flux and that’s what makes it interesting.

In step family life that can sometimes take on an entirely different meaning. That word…”interesting”. There are days you pray for “normal”. There are days you beg your higher power for “boring”. And there are days where you can roll with the punches and none of it seems so bad.

I took a break from Facebook a while back. I found I was on it constantly and with the state of the world so politically divided I just didn’t want to watch people fight anymore. I lasted two days, but it was a refreshing two days. It was around 2 a.m. when I decided since I couldn’t sleep anyway it might be a good time to log back in. I immediately upset myself with a comment I saw from my fiance’s ex wife about our handling of a situation with the kids.

Against my better judgement I responded to her on a mutual friend’s Facebook page. It took me hours to get to sleep. I tossed and turned, was so irritated, frustrated, and felt so set back in all the progress I felt she and I have been making lately. I let it deeply affect me.

I was wrong to do that.

I was wrong to post anything in the first place. Despite the fact that this story has a happy ending, I was still wrong. This is not my fight. It’s never the step parent’s fight. And it doesn’t have to be the bio parents’ fight either.

Things said online, whispers and secrets overheard from mutual friends or family members, stuff the kids come home saying from the other house… none of it matters. Going about your day as if none of it is true or worthy of your time is the best way to react. I speak from experience.

But I didn’t do those things above. I reacted. I got upset. I felt sad. I felt defeated. I felt betrayed, as if I had any right to feel a friendship or kinship with her when she may not feel the same. I woke up to a comment back that didn’t make me feel much better. And then I made all the same mistakes all over again. *I* responded again, this time saying I wish she’d contact me or my fiance privately about this.

Guess what happened. She did. She messaged me. We talked. Maybe we didn’t fully agree on everything the other person said, but the comments were deleted, we ended our conversation pleasantly, and life went on.

Not everything has a happy ending like that in step family life. It’s never a good idea to fly off the handle and respond to something when you’re upset. Sometimes it’s not even a good idea to respond when you’re no longer upset. I truly believe that about seventy percent of step family success is determined by your ability to choose your battles.

Will this matter a year from now? Six months from now? Five years from now? If the answer to the six months part is no then you’ve got your answer right there – don’t respond and don’t start a discussion about something that will cause more harm than good. Sometimes it’s just a time to be quiet. 



Re-Examining my Faith



      Faith is such a personal subject for most people. I am no different. I grew up as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses with a mother who was very balanced about it and a father who still considered himself Catholic but told me I needed to go to the Kingdom Hall with my mother. Figure that one out. He wanted to be a help to my mom and let’s admit, any kid is going to balk at going to church three times a week and going out in the ministry (door to door preaching work) every once in awhile as well. He did what he could with what he had, as did my mom. I’m forever grateful for the way I grew up.

     But I’m thirty-five now. I’ve had a child. I’ve been part of two step families. I’ve been abandoned by those in my former religion and I’ve seen the good and the bad that can come from organized religion. Faith is something I have always had. I took a class in college about “The Truth Project” and one of my favorite quotes ever was from someone in my study group who said, “Being in church makes you a Christian about as much as being in a garage makes you a car.” It’s about what you DO, not where you ARE.

     I have tried to live my life that way and I think a lot of people, Jehovah’s Witnesses included, try to as well. But what finally led me away from my religion? Bsides polyamory (which is discouraged in many organized religions). It was the need for freedom.

     I had a lot of freedom growing up. My parents trusted me and I was worthy of that trust. I had friends who weren’t JWs and my mom was really fair about allowing kids over who were good influences, no matter their religion. I didn’t rebel (much). And I never drank or smoked until I was of age. But religious freedom…. That’s a complicated subject. What grants us religious freedom (at least here in the U.S.)? We all know that we are covered under the Bill of Rights. But what about in our hearts, in our families, and in our own lives and relationships? Depending on the religion you’re in, you may not have that much freedom. Such is the case with the religion I grew up in.

     You can’t associate with people who aren’t of your religion. You can’t accept blood transfusions. If a family member is disfellowshipped (kicked out) you cannot speak to them. You must attend meetings and not question your faith or you will be looked at as an apostate.

     Though I was granted freedom at home, I constantly felt out of place and like an outsider at the Kingdom Hall. I will never forget two Elders (ministers) coming to my parents’ house for a “shepherding call” where they checked in on each of the people in their smaller groups within the congregation. A great idea in theory and I in fact appreciated the help at times, but this one visit stood out to me as very negative. In fact, my father ended up asking the two men to finish their visit and leave. My father never speaks up like that. To this day I am grateful. One of the men showed me our coffee table and said, “This is Jehovah’s Organization. Where do you want to be on the table?” To me, a teenager at the time, I thought anywhere was okay as long as it was ON the table. I pointed somewhere to the edge and said, “Well, here I guess.” They proceeded to grill me about why I wanted to be on the “outskirts” of the religion and why I didn’t have enough faith in Jehovah.

     I stayed in the JW organization for many years. I stayed through getting in trouble for marrying my husband, my son’s father, who was kicked out at the time. I stayed through getting in trouble for having a blood transfusion when I was a new mother and I was going to die otherwise. I felt dirty and guilty and apologetic. I stayed while friends left, while I lost relationships, while my extended family hoped the best for me.

     Then I left. I became polyamorous. I left my abusive husband, whom no one in the congregation had helped me to escape from. I started to raise my son the way I thought was best and right and moral WITHOUT an established religion background. And I grew stronger. And I realized that other religions aren’t bad. That there are many ways to the Light and that JWs are possibly just one of the many ways.

     I started researching Wiccan, Druid, Catholic, Jewish, Baptist, Buddhist, and other Christian and Pagan and religions. I LOVED it. And so did my son, only five years old at the time. He wanted to learn more and to see how different people think. I found it fascinating to watch him encourage me to attend a local church down the street that he wanted to check out. At only five!

     I started reading any books about religions that I could get my hand on. I own a Koran, at least 6 versions of the Bible, Buddhist works, Christian works, Unitarian Universalist works, the writings of many Witches, and also Taoist writings. It’s all fascinating. It’s all surrounded in love, light, and beauty. And I wonder… how did I survive so long without this Light in my life?


*Footnote: Please feel free to share in the comments about your spiritual awakenings and what you associate yourself with now.